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Mr. Mumr called for Mr. Dickey.

While Mr. Dickey was coming, Doctor MacDonald said,
" If I get out, I'm figuring on leaving this country."

" Leaving?" Mr. Munn echoed, surprise in his tone.

Doctor MacDonald nodded. "Yeah," he replied, adding,
" but not so quick anybody'd think he was running me out."

Mr. Munn did not answer for an instant. "Where you
going?" he then asked. He was aware of the unevenness in
his own voice. That unevenness, which he noticed, de-
tachedly as in the voice of another person, defined for him
the sense of confusion, betrayal, that at Doctor MacDonald's
words had moved smally, almost innocently, in him, like the
first tremor of a landslip.

" Out West somewhere, I reckon," Doctor MacDonald was
saying matter-of-factly. "Arizona, New Mexico, I don't
know. Somewhere where people haven't caught up with
themselves yet."

Mr. Dickey was coming, his keys jangling as he searched
for the right one.

"I'm not staying round here," Doctor MacDonald added.
" I might get used to the way this country stinks."

By seven o'clock in the morning on the first day of the
trial of Doctor MacDonald on charges of conspiracy and
arson, the courthouse square was crowded. The troops kept
the courthouse yard clear. When the doors were opened, the
troops permitted only five or six men at a time to approach
the building, and at the door each man was searched for
arms. By half-past eight word came out that the courtroom
was full. Although the crowd thinned somewhat, it did not
disperse. The people were restless, but unusually silent.
When Mr. Munn and Professor Ball and his daughters
walked from the hotel to the courthouse, people made way for
them, gazing curiously at the faces of the women, and after
they had passed, talking in low tones, identifying them. Now
and then a man would speak to Professor Ball, who would
raise the bandaged right hand in a kind of grave salute.